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She was a persistent little thing Aye, then, she was a lie detector We had nae known that about her How many other brilliant skills did she own?

“’Tis a long story and it isn’t pretty Ye ht hate me in the end,” I told her

“I ht not, so spill,” she said

Och aye, but I liked this Bobbie Skye She wasn’t just beautiful of face and body Her soul was enchanting She was a beacon of loveliness It was only fitting I tell her the truth, all of it

“Right then, ‘tis a long story and it goes back a long way, back to 1875”

“Whoa, okay, so noe have a starting point, but, first, who are you?”

“I’rimly

Her violet eyes opened wide and for a ot lost in their depths I watched her as she processed this information “So…that was your portrait down in the Great Hall?” She nodded to herself “I wondered why there were no other…newer portraits of MacLeod lords”

“Aye,” was all the answer I ive on that score for the moment I watched the expressions flit over her face

“Are you telling me you were born in 1875?” she asked

“Nae, I was in m’early twenties in the year 1875 and inherited MacLeod from m’uncle”

“Right,” she said, and sat down “Of course”

I told her then, couldna stop even if I wanted to It spilled froive her every detail of les to control the thirst

I told her of o all I cared about while I traveled with a female vampire I despised I recounted hoas able to escape froone and how I uilt…of er that welled inside ofAllora had forgotten about me”

Her hand went over her mouth and she cried out, “Oh no…”